daydreamer.

One.

Chapter One.
"Taylor I really need to know how you get your hair so blonde." I sighed as Olivia asked me the same question she asks everyday.
"Liv, I've told you. This is my natural hair color. I've never dyed it once, nor will I ever do so."
She rolls her eyes and looks back down at her cup of hot chocolate. I looked out the window of the tiny coffee place in the small side of New York, it was no Starbucks, but Liv didn't want to face the crowd in the city because of her anxiety and I had to respect that. Liv was rambling about something a guy said to her at a restaurant last night but I couldn't pay attention, all the snow outside was so hypnotizing, it reminds me of a fairytale, everything so beautiful and I couldn't help but wish a couple would walk by, hand in hand, smiling or laughing about something together. The prince and princess of my own little fairytale I came up with just now.
"Taylor please listen to me I can't rant if you don't pay attention to me."
I sighed once again.
"I'm sorry Liv. I'm so preoccupied. I can't stop imagining scenarios in my head when I see the littlest things."
Liv smiled slightly, her bright red hair spiraling out of her winter hat.
"It's the writer in you. It's no wonder Ed calls you Day, you're such a daydreamer. This is why you're such an amazing writer."
My eyes instantly lit up and my smile widened,
"Oh Liv, I love you. I don't know what it is, but I can't help but think I'm the only one whose head works this way."
Liv just smiled and took another drink of her hot chocolate.
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I walked into my New York apartment and smiled to myself. I love it here, the lights are everything, so beautiful at night, I'm so lucky to have such a great view from my bedroom. I sat down on my small bed and pulled out my laptop, I opened my blog app and wrote the title of my new poem.
"Today was a fairytale."
I stopped, this is the fifteenth poem I've wrote about a relationship I don't even have, I dont know how I do it. I just think up this stuff. About no one in particular. I rolled my eyes at myself and continued writing. This was going to be so great. If only someone other than Liv and Ed would read it.

a/n:
Hi I'm V, and I hope you liked this first chapter of my newest story "daydreamer." Please leave any feedback, I love criticism, thanks for reading, don't forget to vote and comment :)